Shiny Happy People lyrics

(music / lyrics--berry/buck/mills/stipe; new lyrics--coughlan) published by warner chappell music

("ha ha ha, that's disgusting!")Here we fuckin' go!

Bring out your dead, bring out your deadWe're gonna make 'em dance, give us cold cold headFill' em full of whisky, it'll bring 'em back to lifeJust as well, i like 'em nice and tightStreetlights flashing like the greatest little disco[whimbo, belch-o, slam-o, fist-o][grant raid] is coming your way

Meet me in the crowd, i'll be yelling out loudWith a dick in every yard, this'll [pummel them around]With a 6-6-6 and a do-what-thou-wiltThough no body fluids are gonna be spiltYou look like the type who likes to suck a big pipeTonight could be your night if you play your cards right

Shiny happy people holding handsYes, that is correct, that's what we are seeingShiny happy people holding hands("go fuck yourself!")

Mummy, when you shoot up, dear,Do not spew up, dear, in baby's face hereGive him a few beers to dry his wee tearsAnd if his dad hears, he'll fuck you both, dear

Zeebrugge, '87, mass murderCampaign contribution that goes no furtherInnocent people lost their livesFor the killer's profit and another fiveGive a government by well-spanked dumb closet queens ("masturbate, masturbate.") making it a crime to be gay